Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 316: A Broken System
Warlock Ch 316. A Broken System
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The entire arena turned at the sound.
Cassius.
He stood from his seat in the audience, his eyes gleaming with something sharp and dangerous. And then, in a blink, he teleported—appearing in the center of the arena, right in front of the council.
"Well, that's a new one," Cassius drawled, his arms folding across his chest as he tilted his head. "So, let me get this straight—you're telling me that I trained an apprentice who would poison the fae princess?" He let the words settle for a beat, then arched a brow. "Please. Do tell."
The council's expressions wavered.
Victoria, who had been seated with her usual air of indifference, finally spoke, her voice smooth but filled with quiet amusement. "Maybe they forgot," she mused, her fingers tapping lightly against her armrest, "the reason why I gave him the special reward in the first place."
Beside her, Evelyn frowned, her gaze narrowing at the council. "If he wanted the fae princess dead," she said, her tone colder than before, "why would he have saved her?"
More murmurs. More whispers.
"You saw it yourself," Evelyn continued. "How desperately he tried to break the dome. How he shattered the crystal just to get her out. How he went out of his way to find healers—"
Victoria scoffed, cutting her off with a smirk. "Oh, but that's the best part, isn't it?" She leaned forward slightly, her lips curling. "They didn't even provide healers here."
The audience was no longer just murmuring.
They were angry.
Damian could hear it—the shift in the air, the way the crowd started buzzing, their whispers turning into something dangerous, something restless. The tension was no longer contained. The anger, the doubt, the realization was starting to set in. The council had played a dangerous game, but they had been sloppy, and now, with the right push, the entire arena was about to turn against them.
One voice rose above the rest—angry, accusing. "They nearly got the fae princess killed!"
Another. "No healers? Are you kidding me? That's a death sentence!"
A third. "So we're just throwing people into bloodbaths now? That's how we rank magi?"
Besides Evelyn, an authoritative voice cut through the noise. "Do you have any record of the duel?" asked Cedric.
Evelyn spoke up. "Selena's knight saw everything for herself. He was right there when it happened." She tilted her head, eyes gleaming with something sharp and knowing. "But if you want more proof…" She reached into her coat, pulling out a small rune stone. It pulsed faintly in her palm, glowing with stored magic. "I have a recording rune. You can watch it later and see for yourself just how incapable these people were."
Then Cedric smiled. It wasn't warm.
"I see." He muttered. "That will make excellent evidence for our investigation."
The council was screwed and they knew it. He could see it in their faces—the way they shifted uncomfortably, their gazes darting toward the exits like they were already considering how to run from this.
But before anyone could take it further, a slow, measured clap echoed through the room. And then, a smooth and calculated voice came.
"Well, well… what a mess this has turned into."
Damian's muscles tensed before he even turned to look.
Ralvek.
Senator Ralvek.
The moment he stepped forward, the shift in energy was instant. Where Cedric had made people tense with righteous fury, Ralvek's presence did something worse. Because if there was one thing everyone knew about this man, it was that he was dangerous in a way no battle mage, no assassin, no warlock could ever be.
Ralvek didn't need brute force. He dealt in politics. He moved like a snake through the system, twisting laws and bending reality in ways that left people trapped before they even realized they had stepped into his web.
And now?
Now, he was looking directly at Aria. "Aria," he said smoothly. "You are reckless one."
Aria's shoulders squared instantly, her usual unreadable expression snapping into something dangerously neutral.
"Ralvek. It's nice to see you again," she said, voice carefully measured.
Ralvek's gaze flicked toward Damian, and it was visceral how much he disliked what he saw. Not even subtle. Just pure, open distaste.
Damian, in return, gave him the smuggest smirk he could muster. Ralvek, of course, ignored it like before.
Instead, he turned back to Aria. "I would have thought you'd grown out of these little… emotional outbursts." He gestured lazily toward the mess unfolding around them. "But here we are."
Aria didn't flinch. "If demanding accountability is an emotional outburst, then I suppose I should be worried about my reputation."
Ralvek chuckled. "Oh, I'm not worried about your reputation." He took a step closer, lowering his voice just slightly. "I'm worried about what you think you're doing, undermining the council in public like this."
A dangerous pause.
"I don't need to undermine them," Aria said evenly. "They've done that all by themselves."
The crowd loved that.
The tension spiked. The murmurs started again, more aggressive, more pressing. The council members were looking around, searching for an escape, and Ralvek? He was watching everything unfold like a man who already had a backup plan.
Damian's eyes narrowed. There was something off about this. The way he spoke like he already knew how this was going to go. The way he looked at Aria—not like he was surprised she was involved, but like he expected her to be.
This wasn't just some senator stepping in to put out a fire. This was something else.
Ralvek turned to Cedric next, offering him a knowing smile. "Prince Cedric, I'm sure you understand how delicate these situations can be. Rushing to conclusions is—"
Cedric cut him off without hesitation. "The only conclusion I need to rush to is the fact that my sister almost died under your watch."
Ralvek barely blinked. "And yet, she survived."
The crowd erupted.
Angry. Disgusted.
"That's what you have to say?"
"She barely survived!"
"So it's fine as long as she isn't dead?"
